Still and dark are air and skies,
Rose petal-like ashes fall dancing as I weep.
Solely the beauty in destruction lays before my eyes, Alas! The hope…

Still and dark are air and skies,
Rose petal-like ashes fall dancing as I weep.
Solely the beauty in destruction lays before my eyes, Alas! The hope of rebirth the only that I keep.

Seemingly the wisest of words that ought to be said, Are apparently lost form a world sodden with dread.
What would one give to again see with innocence, To be whole again with wonder the most common sense?
I scream until blood runs past my lips for humanity’s id and ignorance.

Lo! Dost the cycle turn, always new and ever old?
I have but sympathy and empathy to be told, In songs and color that are but illusions, To only be perceived by those with inner organs, Attuned and never closed for that which gives life on.

Spring eternal hope it may,
While resources we plunder all away.
If I were to say one thing all else above, At the end of all, simply know that I love.

– Kevin